Exorcism

In order to gain an audience with high-ranking Taoist priests, Hong Futian had tried every means, but he was always unable to get in. Now, he stood in the middle of an unfamiliar courtyard, facing fifteen Taoist priests, but he was not surprised at all.

In the front yard of Wangshan Taoist Hall, young low-level Taoist priests formed several circles. No one gave orders or deliberately arranged them. They consciously divided them into eight areas according to different Taoist traditions, leaving a gap to represent Wangshan Taoism. Within the same Taoist family, arranged from the inside to the outside according to the level of cultivation, Shen Jiyi, the only Taoist priest who swallows smoke, stands at the very back, like the guardian of everyone. Although Mu Xingqiu is a general of the Demon Slaying Association, he still Stand with the Taoist priests who inhale the seventh level.

All this happened unconsciously. In mid-air, slightly higher than the roof, fifteen spiritually focused Taoist priests also formed a circle, projecting an invisible power downwards, turning the noise into Quietness and disorder turn into order, just like the shining sun, attracting everything that loves the light to turn towards itself.

Hong Futian, who was standing in the middle, noticed this extremely powerful balancing force and was determined to fight against it. However, within a moment, he felt weak all over his body, his legs could hardly support his body, and he swayed involuntarily.

Did the Taoist priests cast spells? He didn't think so. This was a power beyond the scope of magic. He had vaguely felt it in Yishijun, and the giant demon king Qi Wushang seemed to have a little bit of it, but it was far less powerful than it was now.

He could hardly stand, the world was spinning, he really wanted to just lie down, close his eyes and think about nothing.

A chair appeared behind him in time. Hong Futian sat down and looked up at Mu Xingqiu, who was helping him. This was a unique Taoist priest. Although he was standing where he should be, his face was full of confusion. But the smile showed calmness. He was not greatly affected by the checking force. Complying with the rules was entirely voluntary, and this was not the occasion for him to show up.

"Thank you." Hong Futian whispered.

Mu Xingqiu retreated to his seat.

It was not any Taoist priest who stood up and spoke. It was Yashan Taoist priest Shen Jiyi who walked up to the non-demon cultivator. Smiling: "You have provided a very important message."

"Glad it worked for you."

"It's very useful. Because of this, we must ensure that this information is accurate, because it affects not only Pangshan, but also other sects."

"Exactly." Yang Qingyin made a disdainful voice. When Pang Shan was killed and a small group of Taoist priests were trapped in Duanliu City, the Taoist families were not so enthusiastic. What she did was too bold. The low-level Taoist priests on the ground were all startled, and Xiao Qingtao standing behind her even trembled.

Fortunately, Yang Qingyin didn't say anything else.

Everyone pretended that the "cut" sound didn't exist, as if it was a tile blown down by the wind.

"Of course, I am willing to cooperate." Hong Futian also pretended not to hear. He still hoped to gain the trust of the high-ranking Taoist priests.

Shen Jiyi thought for a while, probably receiving information from high-level Taoist priests, "This is more complicated than simple mind control. We have to find out whether your memory has been tampered with or erased. This process will bring Some pain."

Hong Futian smiled slightly. He touched the wound on his face and took a deep breath, "I can bear it."

"If you don't put up any resistance. This whole process will be over quickly."

Hong Futian nodded. He had suffered a lot, but his determination became stronger.

Shen Jiyi retreated and made room.

Hong Futian raised his head and looked for the spell that was about to be cast on him, but there was nothing. He couldn't stare at the Taoist priests. He glanced at them and lowered his eyes involuntarily. Until now. He could only make out roughly fifteen faces with widely varying ages, but he didn't leave a clear impression.

What Shen Jiyi called "some pain" came suddenly. It was as if a sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wing had pierced the skin, under the skillful control of an invisible hand. Separating the bones and flesh at an extremely fast speed, then the internal organs, and finally the three souls and seven souls, Hong Futian, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly straightened his body and opened his mouth to the limit, as if he wanted to spit something out, but did not make a sound.

There was still silence in the courtyard. The only thing that had changed was Hong Futian, and the faces of the low-level Taoist priests. They could understand the pain of non-monster cultivators. What shocked them most was that even if they used their Heavenly Eyes, they could not see the concentration. Spells issued by Taoist priests.

The only exception was Mu Xingqiu. He did not see it, but felt it. The mind control technique of the Taoist priests was similar to the illusion technique of mind. There were many similarities, and they both used an invisible way to control the target. To produce an effect, fifteen strands of power merged into one, firmly grasping Hong Futian's memories and emotions, and then carefully taking them apart to see if there had been any changes or smears.

The magic power of the fifteen God-conscious Taoist priests is much more powerful than Mu Xingqiu's seventh-level illusion. Ordinary Taoist priests have no sense of this magic. Mu Xingqiu only feels it vaguely, like a fleeting glimpse. Whenever he wants to carefully When observed, the spell disappears.

Compared to ordinary Taoist priests, Mu Xingqiu could feel Hong Futian's pain more clearly. He immediately recalled Pang Shan's punishment to the demon king and demon queen many years ago. The pain Hong Futian suffered seemed to be worse than that of taking the pill, as if he had been beaten. I was immersed in the pool of pain, every breath and every thought was a source of pain.

The demon clan has received too many weird magic spells from Mr. Yishi, and Daotong has to strengthen its own methods to avoid being deceived again.

Mu Xingqiu's feelings were so real that he felt deep sympathy for Hong Futian. No matter how ridiculous this non-demon cultivator's ideals were, he was not a bad person, had not done anything evil, and did not deserve to be punished. This torture.

Suddenly, Mu Xingqiu felt that a sharp knife like a glimmer was pointed at him, trying to peel off his skin, cut his flesh, crush his bones, and split his soul. He didn't even think about it and immediately resisted. .

Faced with a powerful and fierce offensive, Mu Xingqiu's potential was instantly stimulated, and he reached the seventh level of the illusion in an unprecedented manner. Even so, his Wuxu Illusion Technique was still too weak and invisible in front of fifteen Taoist priests. The sharp blade was pressed against his forehead in an instant, and his heart beat suddenly. There is a feeling that the soul is about to leave the body.

At the same moment, Hong Futian, whose body was as straight as a zombie, sat down and closed his mouth. In full view of everyone, he sobbed, "Stop. Please, stop quickly..."

The low-level Taoist priests were all affected, shaking uneasily on the spot, looking around, and quickly reached a consensus through eye contact: this non-demon cultivator should not endure such torture.

Xiao Qingtao trembled, and her long-gone fear of the high-level Taoist priests came back. She remembered her non-demon identity, and her lost relatives and hometown.

Hong Futian huddled tightly. He cried like a child abandoned by his parents, begging to stop.

Yang Qingyin couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to Hong Futian. She raised her head and said loudly to the fifteen divine Taoist priests in mid-air: "That's enough! You shouldn't be so cruel even to your enemies. Stop it. No matter whether the demon clan is If it’s not a trap, I have to send someone to take a look, let him go, and let me go!”

I don't know if Yang Qingyin's words took effect, or if the mind-controlling spells of the Taoist priests should have ended. The Taoist priests in mid-air suddenly disappeared one after another, just as abruptly as when they came, and the ubiquitous checking and balancing force also disappeared.

Hong Futian was still curled up in his chair. But no longer crying, just too tired to move, Xiao Qingtao was the first to run over and help him up.

The low-level Taoist priests slowly came to their senses. Shen Hao turned around and looked at Mu Xingqiu in surprise, "What's wrong with you? You're sweating profusely."

Mu Xingqiu took a deep breath and concentrated on the Taoist priests' mind-control techniques leaving his forehead at the last moment without causing any harm. He also felt tired, but unlike Hong Futian. It's a pleasant exhaustion, as if you've just taken a thorough hot bath.

"I'm fine. Do you feel it? The power of the Taoist Priest is really powerful."

All the Taoist priests around nodded, and Qishan Taoist Yang Qingyuan came over and said, "Honestly, as long as there are three or five God-conscious Taoist priests willing to take action, there is no need for the Demon Slayer Guild to exist. However... I support your decision, if you say The Demon Slayer Association should still be established, and I will quit Qishan immediately."

Mu Xingqiu smiled and said, "Don't be influenced by me. I have quit Pangshan forever. Note that the choices of the Taoist priests have nothing to do with me. But you are different. You are still within the Taoist tradition. You should make your choice based on your true intentions." " He raised his voice so that everyone in the courtyard could hear, "Slaying demons is not a competition. The orthodoxy should not be divided on this matter, so don't make a hasty decision because of your previous promises. Joining the Demon Slayer Club depends on your true thoughts."

More than ten steps away, Shen Hao winked at Mu Xingqiu, but it had no effect. He could only sigh and pay attention to the Taoist priest's appearance. Coupled with Mu Xingqiu's words, he was afraid that the Demon Slayer Club would end without any problem.

"I want to know right now whether the news that there are survivors in ww.an.m Pangshan is true. Have the Taoist priests come to a conclusion?" A Taoist priest expressed everyone's thoughts. They were freed from the shackles of high Taoist priests, but when things came to pass, they were still deeply affected by it.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't answer his question. Hong Futian had been sent back to the room by Xiao Qingtao. It was impossible to understand Taoist Zhushen's thoughts, so everyone's attention turned to Shen Jiyi. He had just sent a message for Taoist Zhushen. If Who knows the outcome, it must be him.

"Well, the Taoist priests didn't tell me the result, but they did make a decision." Shen Jiyi turned to Yang Qingyin, "They are going to form a team to return to Pangshan. Since you were the first to sign up... "

Yang Qingyin was stunned. She didn't expect that her casual words would be taken seriously. However, her fearless character was aroused. "Just go, I will set off tomorrow. I don't need your help. I will go quietly and come back quietly." , isn’t it just to confirm whether there is any Taoist priest from Pangshan who survived?”

Indeed, not many people were willing to take risks with her. Mu Xingqiu walked over and was about to speak when his whole body suddenly started to tremble. He had to reach out to support Shen Hao. He had to grit his teeth tightly to stop the flow of blood from his lower dantian. Dan was spat out.

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